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Drabble Dabbles by Sugarquills007
One shots & Drabbles filled with fluff, humour, teasing, affection and corny romance revolved around the one ship we positively crave for; Dramione. Enter a world where reality fades into nothing but there cocky banters and lusting teasing.
Mistletoe
"...Mistletoe..."
They hummed their approval in unison to one who existed naught, as the peck of their pupil lifted to marvel at the divine plant that had twisted in sparks of magical gold above them. They watched with baited breath that froze into winter mist as several air escaped; the blossom nurture carefully, slowly. Admiring the wondering dips and curves of the stem that held the spring of petals as it grew leisurely.
And as he found her captivated by the Christmas plant, he took the sly advantage of lowering his gaze to befall on her naive features and angelic presence. And he soon found out, that once his eyes found any fraction of her, he couldn't find the heart and mind to take them off.
The bush of hair she had held since their first encounter in their child years had yet to be tamed but he found out he liked it the way it was. Frizzy and electric yet soft and supple. He would find himself entranced by the puzzling curls that entangled themselves around his index finger. He would find himself humming in pleasurable delight at the chestnut tint of her curls; the occasional mix of high and dark shades of light glinting against the wondering sparkle in his eyes.
Her eleven-year old features had defined over the years; now resting with high cheekbones, an olive tint to her flawless skin and the small spatter of freckles that ran across the bridge of her nose (something that he had later found on, he had positively adored on her bookish character).
What had changed was the femininity she had hidden in her school robes that did nothing but give out a sense of prudishness. But all had changed when he had seen heaven beneath the thick garments and only did he then, find her as a woman. And not long after, her feminine attributes began to crawl its way into his mind. The bossy attitude he had come to find enduringly sexy, the fiery he hadn't found in any courteous lady and the stubborn determination to get her own way (something he found himself in common with).
But what had made him fall head over heels for the witch (other than her personality) were the warm creases of her eyes. Yes; the mud-brown eyes that seemed ordinary to every onlooker but a laughing gold that burned adoration back. It was the blazing fire that screamed hunger for knowledge that made him fall an inch steeper towards the emotion. It was the occasional glint of laughter that rung into his ears that made him tingle all over with surplus delight. And it was the permanent smile she had always kept to a reserve for him that made his pulse race.
And what made the feeling all the more better; was that all the perfect imperfection he was fortunate enough to catch was his.
All his.
And as the love-sick thoughts pelted into his mind as he watched his witch letting out her tinkling bells of laughter around the winter wonderland setting they had come out to, he found the adoration build till he felt nothing but bursting out in love.
And as if to prove his point or, to perhaps even soothe the emotional feelings he brought the witch to him and planted his firm lips over her soft ones.
She had stiffened for a moment's breath at his unexpected action but he found the thought leaving him as she relaxed beneath his hold and tentatively reached up to cup his cheeks and return the kiss. And he knew she felt something different between the intimacy shared between them and he found himself acknowledging the fact too.
Their kisses were always one of harmless teasing and demanding passion as they fought over dominance. That's how they were. That's how it was. It just was. Questions needn't have been asked for it was just psychology. It was as if it was meant to be. Arguments had concluded with kisses to shut the both of them up before regretted words were said. Pride to be lost had been diverted with kisses that teased relentlessly with pecks and brushes. Words of wondering truth had been answered with reassuring commands of firm kisses and nothing else.
He supposed it was Christmas.
The Christmas cheer that sung harmonies amongst the halls. The Christmas remembrance of forgiveness that caused House Unity to strengthen by the day. He presumed it was the warm lull of being able to spend Christmas with one another without threat to invade one's mind. He guessed it was just the Christmas way be awoken by his bubbly girlfriend at five-thirty in the morning to open Christmas gifts, share light brushes of greetings and admiration of snow that brought him here. He deduced it was the wondering effects of magical mistletoe that brought out the uncharacteristic emotion from the both of them. He imagined the winter scenery to fit in perfect place as he shared a kiss that was meant to be spent with lovers who knew what they meant to one another.
And he chose at that precise moment, as he brought his witch closer to him, cupping the back of her neck affectionately, that he knew what she meant to him.
They had yet to share one of those casual kisses where love was deduced from peers and affection was stolen from one another's hearts. And he had chosen it then; beneath the magical plant of gold and silver, surrounding by falling snowflakes as they shared a beautiful kiss where their love was poured though it needn't have been uttered.
It was just as simple as said.
And as they broke apart after seconds of silent musing of adoration, he kept her close. Snaking both arms around her waist to bring her flush against his chest as he brought his head down to lean against hers, the bridge of his nose nuzzling against the soft surface of her skin. He kept her close, near to clinging on her as he fought for his breath, breathing in deeply of her intoxicating scent of jasmine and homemade custard.
They just stood.
Surrounded by mounding snow and gossiping snowflakes, they held onto each other with their lids sealed as if the image of each other had already been permanently etched into their minds, their hands wounding to interlace in a manner that spoke of their intimacy.
And if any tried to pay attention out their window that morning, they would make out a curly-haired witch grinning widely at her blonde haired beau who countered the emotion with equal, if not, then more enthusiasm as he leant in to place a lingering kiss at the corner of her lips. If any were interested they would catch the slight murmur of their lips move in perfect harmony as similar words were spoken through morning tones.
"...I love Mistletoes..."
I'm back for more Dramione ... despite this being a project where I dump any cute drabbles that come to mind! These are more casual and laid-back moments so no need to judge - I'm only human. ;) Oh and remember to Read and Review lovelies!
Milk and Cookies.
~Sugarquills007
